Hermione and Harry are at a party and Hermione has a bit to much champange. When she wakes up the next morning in some elses bed(No they didn't sick minds) she is left wondering what the hell happend after that 5th glass (Rated for acohol and snogging)

Out by the lake Harry decides to play a little game. When Harry asks Hermione a very interesting question, one she didn't expect, she stumbles for words and Harry figures she returns his feelings. (My shortest fic ever) R&R!

It’s funny. I really didn’t know when I started to like him as more than my best friend. There was only one little problem with this new found love I was feeling. My friend liked him- correction, loved him. This is a story of a choice I had to make.